"Are we there?" Iceland heard Denmark's voice complain somewhere behind him.

He grinned. "Almost."

"Dude. We've been walking forever."

"I thought that you were always making fun of how small I am." Iceland said with a big smirk on his face. "That I am so small that it only takes a ten minute walk to get from one side of the island to the other."

Denmark didn't answer that comment, he just remained silent. But he he did see Norway grinning at the corner of his eye. In the end, when the silence had started torturing the very social nation, he finally asked. "Where are we going?"

"I thought I had already told you that, Den." The island answered. "Have you forgotten about it already? You're the one with the great memory, aren't you?"

"Well, I..." Denmark started, but couldn't find anything else to say. Damn, how did this kid come up with all of those comebacks?

"River rafting, ice climbing, blue lagoon." Iceland then answered. After a little pause, he added: "When I think about it, am I really not bigger than you, Den?"

"What?"

"I mean the countries, not the nations. How much space on the planet that our earth covers. The dirt, the grass, the mountains, all that good stuff. How big are you in that matter?"

"43,094 km²" Denmark answered.

"You see?" Iceland said while grinning. "I am bigger than you."

"Oh, really?" The tall island asked sarcastically. "How big are you, exactly?"

"Something around 103,000 km²."

Denmark paused, but then yelled with his loud, loud voice: "Wait! I am still bigger than you!"

"No, you're not. You're short on 60,000 km² or something. If you would be double the size that you really are, I would still be bigger than you. Just admit it, Den."

"But you're not counting my other countries!"

"Your... other countries?"

"Yes! Greenland and the Faroe Islands. With them, I am 2,210,579 km²" Denmark announced proudly and crossed his arms with a slight smile on his face.

But Iceland just shook his head. "That doesn't count, Den. You are not the Faroe Islands nor are you Greenland. They don't count."

"Well, at least I rule over someone else than myself. And who are you to talk?" Denmark hissed. "I used to rule over you, too."

"Hey!" Norway's voice interrupted them. "Don't start bragging about that. And please stop arguing. It's bad enough listening to you two bicker at world conferences, you don't have to do it in your free time too."

"You're right." Iceland muttered. "Hey, we're here!"

(A/N: Since I've personally never gone river rafting (and don't know why my past self decided to write that they were going to do that in the last chapter), I can't write much about it. Just imagine them on a small boat floating down a crazy river or something ;) This happens right after that.)

"That... was..." Finland started.

"Insane!" Denmark finished for him and Iceland lifted up an eyebrow.

"In a good or bad wa-" Iceland started saying but then stopped and stared at something behind the other four. The rest of Scandinavia turned quickly around.

"What is wrong, Iceland?" Sweden then asked and Iceland answered.

"I think that we have to save the ice climbing for later. It has started to rain."

"To rain?!"

Iceland leaned his head slightly to the side. "Yeah. Rain. It's when drops of water fall out of the sky and onto the ground, making everything wet..."

"I know what rain is." Denmark answered in a sharp tone. "But how are we going to get back to Reykjavík? We're in the middle of the island or something."

"Oh, we're not that far away from the city. Besides..." Iceland said and grinned while he eyed a bus full of tourists that was standing in the middle of the parking lot. "We'll get a ride home."

Those tourists were the same ones that had been river rafting right after them. But Iceland had nearly not noticed them, since he had barely heard anything except for Scandinavia's screaming. And there their bus was, standing open, as the last few people were climbing on board. The bus driver was standing outside of the bus, smoking a cigarette.

"I think that bus is full." Finland protested, glancing at the windows of the bus.

"Not entirely." Iceland said and pointed with his index finger at the open space were people's luggage was usually kept. Inside of there, there were only a few small bags so there was plenty of room for the five of them, Iceland thought.

With the same finger as he had used to point at the bus, Iceland gave the others a signal to follow him; which they did.

"Iceland. What are you doing?" Norway asked his little brother, whispering. But Iceland didn't answer, just kept on walking quietly towards the bus. When he came to the open door to the luggage-space-thing, he hopped into it and crawled as far as he could go towards the end of the space.

"Are you guys coming with or are you going to walk to Reykjavík in the rain?" Iceland asked in an amused tone of voice, and pushed bags around to make room for the nations behind them. He saw the others climbing into the bus, crawling to him and it only took them a minute to stack up the bags in front of them so that they could not be seen by the driver.

And after the bus driver had thrown the rest of the cigarette onto the ground and stomped on it, he closed the luggage space - without noticing the fact that all of the Scandinavian nations were in there - and then he went into the bus.

The bags started moving around slightly when the bus had started it's journey back home to the city and but they stayed in their place for the most part.

"Isn't this... illegal?" Sweden then asked, one of his hands holding a death grip onto a big bag in front of his as the bus swayed to the side while it turned. But Iceland just laughed.

"People here do this all the time. There were even people who did this in an Icelandic movie once (A/N: ALGJÖR SVEPPI OG LEITIN AF VILLA(1) REFERENCE! ^^). Nah, we'll be alright."

The nations stayed quiet for most of the trip home to Reykjavík, and before they knew it, the bus was stopped.

When the bus driver then opened up the luggage-space-thing and started taking out the bags, one by one, and handing them to their owners, it didn't take a long time for him to spot the nations sitting there in the back. But, of course, he had no idea that that was actually Scandinavia, and growled. For him, that looked like there were just a bunch of Icelandic teenage boys and young men sitting there, getting a free ride.

"Jæja, strákar mínir." (Well, my boys). He said and leaned his elbows onto the bus. "Eruð þið að reyna að stela ykkur ókeypis fari?" (Are you trying to steal a free ride?)

Of course Iceland was the one to talk to the driver, since the other nations couldn't understand him. "Já." (Yes.) He said grinning. "Það byrjaði að rigna og við sáum ykkur, og þar sem að það var frekar fullt hjá þér í sjálfri rútunni, komum við okkur bara fyrir hér." (It started to rain and we saw you guys, and since the actual bus was kind of full, we just made ourselves comfortable here.)

"Já, já, það er bara svoleiðis." (Yes, yes, so it's just like that. (trust me, it sounds a lot better in Icelandic)) The bus driver muttered. "Hvert er nafnið?" (What is the name?)

"Emil." Iceland quickly said at the same time as he climbed out of the bus. The others followed.

"Og hvers son ertu, Emil?" (And who are you the son of, Emil?)

"Steinsson(2)." The nation answered while he straightened a few wrinkles on his shirt.

"Jæja, Emil Steinsson, þú mátt búast við því að faðir þinn fái símtal frá mér í framtíðinni." (Well, Emil Steinsson, you can expect that your father will get a phone call from me sometime in the future).

"Það er fullkomlega skiljanlegt." (That is perfectly understandable.) Iceland answered and when he saw the strange look on the bus drivers face, he had to ask: "Hvað?" (What?)

"Það er bara það að... venjulegir unglingar tala ekki eins og þú. Ég meina, ég hef ekki heyrt eina einustu enskuslettu frá þér eins og unglingarnir hér á landi eru fullir af." (It's just that... typical teenagers don't talk like you. I mean, I haven't heard a single English word from you, like the teenagers in this country are full of.) The bus driver answered, eyeing the silver-haired boy.

"Kannski er ég ekki venjulegur unglingur." (Maybe I'm not a typical teenager.) Iceland said and smiled, and started walking away, the others following.

1. Sorry, I just had to include that. Algjör Sveppi Og Leitin Að Villa (A total mushroom (mushroom = an Icelandic comedian/actor) and the search for Villi (Villi = another Icelandic actor). It's an Icelandic kids movie, but it's still freaking awesome and I'm not embarrassed to admit that I love it!

2. Yes, I did change 'Steilson' into 'Steinsson', because 'Steilson' isn't a name that is possible in Iceland. Seriously, whoever came up with the name was kind of stupid, and just made up something that isn't even Icelandic. You see, Icelandic last names are a combination of people's father's first names and 'son' or 'dóttir' (daughter) in the end. And since 'Steill' is not a name that exists in Iceland, I changed it to 'Steinn', because that is a pretty close name (and it is a real name).

Also, since you're reading this, there is this one author called Dalasport here on fanfiction, that wrote an awesome story about the Nordics that you have to go check out! Seriously, it's hilarious, go read it! ^^

Anyway, thanks for reading this! And don't forget to review while you're here and have that awesome little magical box that you can write something in and click one button with your mouse to post it, here down below! Isn't that handy? And if you do, then you are awesome!